Life

it’s not all that it was supposed to be; all that is could have and should have been.  I can’t understand how people can be so fearful of death when living is much more frightening. At least in death you are finally done. Finally there is nothing to do, no stress, no hurt, nothing. And for some reason that is the most comforting thing I can imagine. Or at least the most comforting thing that I am guaranteed to one day experience.  But what makes me feel so uneasy is the fact that I am living to die. Waiting for everything to be over, never savoring the moment, just desiring to do nothing, to be free from feeling.

#i hate myself